Found paintings: Sausalito
A love letter to the sea, in photos
Welcome to Found Paintings, where I photograph the beautiful, wondrous, mysterious gestures produced by the world around me.
Sausalito is a paradise. Staying with my brother for a week—biking the coastline, hiking through Tennessee Valley down to Rodeo Beach, soaking in the sunlight from sunrise to dusk—felt like a resort vacation. It was so serene that I thought it might be difficult to find anything interesting to photograph.
I was wrong for one reason: the sea.
The sea is a constant source of instability and flux that turns the most serene beach town into a battleground. I spent a day wandering the docks and photographing moments where the sea pushed back—where water, wind, and sun (as well as the constant invading masses of algae, barnacles, and other life forms) had something to say.
Low tide, people say, my god, what a stench, but to me it was more entrancing than I will ever be able to explain; it was sex and death and time, and every far corner of the planet, the liquors of all the lives that are and were, something ancient beyond any explanation, something that had always been there before even the uncountable lives that filled it now, something bigger than land, the biggest idea that is that you can touch or be drowned in, the biggest thing that’s real, that’s right here, that we can’t dismiss or explain, or lie about.
Brian Doyle, from “The Sea”
Spaghetti might be my favorite of the series. I love the way you see the world
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